“I'm just saying you don't have to be so demanding all the time. She has a lot of stuff to do that does not involve us.”
“And how do you know this?”
I could have told her that I partied on a boat with a couple of flight attendants when I was in Paris, but she didn't know about that trip, so I kept it to myself. It was better to leave them guessing, she always told me.
I closed my eyes and told her to wake me up when we got to Montana.
“I'm sure a nap will be the best part of the trip.”
“You know, Betty, you should really stop being so sullen. You're never going to get a guy like that, and all you're going to get is wrinkles. Just think about how your aunt looks. Do you really want that? She has a turkey neck and jowls.”
She looked at me like it was the most horrible thing in the world, wrinkles and age lines. My Aunt Misty was the black sheep of the family. She didn't care about money, and most of the time she was traveling. Everyone in the family called her the gypsy and looked down on her, because she hadn't taken her place in the Canton Dynasty. Misty and I had a lot in common. Neither one of us wanted the family we were born into.